Mook is you ready baby Total Slaughter y'all ready
King of harlem, motherfuckers, I don't entertain opinions
There will be no more victory saving victims
Wish him well, judges
And all the pain and mission that came to aid the missing
I don't lose to these lost niggas attempting
Only thing you gonna take is attendance
You just an intermission, I'm on a mission
It makes a difference, it was written
2010 that 'Watch Me Work' video, I gave you the premonition
But this what sipping get you for gifting
Forgot you was scheduled for demolition
Addictions is no good for niggas when in the trenches
How you wake up an intervention, laying in intensive
Current position I'm beating you on the numbers
Math did it, now Eminem is, he in addition
He gave you a word problem you can't solve
How your mind is going to multiply with this add out for your division, get the vision 2
But this ain't the first time
You getting your head split in collisions
Damn homie, on those Smack DVD's you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to Mook
Y'all saw him in there with Iron
Your opponent was white and the punches was hardly striking
The other thing enticing
It felt like I was watching the last performance from Iron…
Mike in the ring or Mook good to retire
Your story book ending looked better at the pilot
Flying higher in a sun lilt sky, I thought you warmed up nigga
Just knew you couldn't beat a phone book in a dryer
Yup yup, I got new hair cut and I'm acting up
Aye, but look at you though… now look at Lux
Yeah, and all my niggas look rich as fuck
I'm 2 Chainz, you can hold the antics, show theatrics
Danger I detect, no trench coats with the badges
I had to protect my neck
Let the confused inspect the deck looking for gadgets
I'm jacked in, I'm like an old soul fashion from back when
I bought eighties babies from money making Manhattan
What happened Fly rugged niggas, Aladdin2
You thinking capped, missed the whole hat trick
Disappeared younging in his wonder years
Money bunny ears pull out on you
It's fucking magic, like Coco you never had it
This just might fuck a friendship up
To put something up in the cabinets
Oh, we just rapping Lux, they want another classic
Bullshit, nigga, they want another casket
I see you like to play games
But you ain't never seen it this graphic
I'm at you, get down with a grave digger
I beef with as far back as when BET tape Tyga
In that same picture known niggastook a whole coat off you
Not a drop of paint thinner
Ain't this a… not even a picture hang with ya
Why incomplete make compete no audible wanna eat
I'd rather rap like a preacher than act like a priest
What's with the ass grabbing
You boys lost me, you Mr Cheeks
Wasn't Phara a dot Now there ain't no chick in a fleet. But you could leave it to a woman to know how these niggas sleep
Was your west side man slipping you DayQuil
Let me find out, he was one of those 20 niggas in the showers
Waiting to Jae Mill
No credit office, you'll take a deal though to pay a bill
You admit it you did it for the money, you a profit puppet
You got corrupted and your stock deducted
Been dry humped through your career
You know who not to fuck with
Y'all all drunk in the public, the other niggas is ducking
They all getting shocked and snuffed in they run-ins
How y'all functions function proper
Your brats are more punches than broadway rocky numbers
I don't knock you niggas but god dammit
They thought lollipops was suckers
Know the fuck they stuck by ya
The Ruff Ryder in the lane with the truck tire
I drove all the way from Jersey with this arsenal
I got out of K-Camp
It's nothing to uppercut a bitchup I bust drivers
Right in they mouth, you going to jail now
Or the dirt delivery like a hearse
You gonna get it the worst, my nigga, but not the first
Mase ain't the only murderer that ended up in the church
You a whore, what this nigga know about war
That's just some shit he had on yesterday or the day before
You'll be another dead homie
Aye, the crypt keeper said he blew it
Cause he never read up on me
Tonight you niggas with rhymes learn
Wise words for any who got nerve
Don't be another Murda Mook here on this live serve
I will ball up side your head till your side burns
Rip him all over the street like wide turns
This where the tide turns sharp
I'm parked at the job stalk back harder than aardvark
Onslaught, man to man this nigga's a dog walk
On second thought, you the opposite actually
Get me, you pussy; that's chinese fortune
Gonna be cookie everywhere when this cat meet with me
My wrath dark, bath salts, thinking he mad smart
My shop right, I got a super marketing plan, his path marked
Mook, you couldn't shine in my war boots
My son need food for his mind, I'm who he talk to
They got me feeling like the man when I walk through
We can't just listen to any one that y'all give the floor to
But when we need a nigga to mop we'll call Mook
I will battle anyone on the card with this hand of Jesus
Tell that nigga don't ever throw rocks at the sun
He can't reach it. Work, nigga

Against Calicoe we was loving it. But now though, I think I speak for me and a whole list of others when I tell you we done got sick and tired of your mumbling
We in a situation perpetrated and delegated by the mother ship and all this other shit, nigga, shut your lips
You think we fucking with that righteous bullshit when niggas mothers were out here struggling
And y'all let him diss niggas for hustling
I'll tell you what, the same day niggas like us stop selling illegal substances
Will be the same day Magic Johnson can get on TV and tell Donald Sterling to suck his dick
But now for these bars I'm tucking in, wait, you be a bitch
See Lux, we dead animals
But, we eclipse the battle rap Peterless
But cap, peep the twist, I hope you gave your sun kiss
Cause I'm about to show you I'm done with trying to come to grips with bottling up all this two leader shit
So the fans wanted the old Murda
The dew rag laced, sad to cake, straight old Murda
While your naked eyes going to have to bare witness to his whole murder
Mask on, glove, I ain't leaving no trace
I'm about to bring y'all champ pain
And it's gonna be a cold case
May I purpose a toast Hey, congrats and clap
I put tubes in this dick head like a catheter
I propel him to a massacre
Long chopper; this bitch hold 32 passengers
All this fake teaching you preaching, niggas done had enough
Cause you a false prophet, money, you don't be adding up
For example, he rapped how he used to battle on the roof
And the loser had to jump
That was cute, but in real life, I had to battle for the stoop
And the losers had to pump
See we slave for this white, boy
That cotton out here in the field Lux
You know how that feel, Lux
Baby moms is a nuisance and you up to your neck in bills, Lux
I know for a fact you know cats who sold crack and woke trapped in the court system
I wonder if you tell some of your friends they lost niggas
But speaking of lost niggas in court systems, lord forgive him
But his right hand man Sam, damn, that was a travesty. I heard the DA jogged his memory so fast he was losing calories
They had him sketching pictures of niggas
Like he was in an art gallery
I heard when Sam sung he indicted the whole galaxy
But don't be mad at me, check it
I ain't clocking his track record
I'm just baton waiting, I'm relating what's coming back to me
Actually since this his show
I wanna borrow something from Eminem
Roll camera me and this Lux theme was iminitent
Cut scene, it is too obscene to vision
Not personal, all these productions are dividends
I just came to snatch the perk off this senior citizen
Not a senior citizen, but a scene ya sit us in
We olympians so like the high jump
Putting your back on the floor is goal
So when that heat point, back up, cause my demeanor is cold
When that heat point, back up, cause my demeanor is cold
Wait a god damn minute
The Heat point back up sounds like to me Norris Cole
I bring him Oklahoma Thunder, he talking we tear his block up
Soon as he chant the rant he gonna hear that semi bakka
Jack son for his big face, I ain't talking twenty dollars
He getting cooked right in front of y'all, welcome to Benihana
Now let me be Chiro-practical and take a crack back at Cal
I'm just asking how, wow, me and my pals laughed at Lux chokes so loud it was hard to breathe
I felt like Moses cause that was me and my whole staff's favorite part to see
Pardon me for being type hurt
When I did the site search you questioning my worth
If you wanna fight first then let's get it
Knife work, get ripped like a tight shirt when you stretching it
Pipe burst, nigga, you light work like electricians
Take your hands off your hips, nigga, listen
What happened to the Lion's Den
Kid Capri said you stalled to pay him
Every week there was more delaying
You either pay me or walk away that was the ultimatum
You told him well walk away then
But Kid ain't even fought to blame him
Cause he knew since you on the cam a lot
You'd be dragging your feet a lot, so of course you'd slay him
Though you had the battles in bulk
Like the Incredible Hulk you had a mean run
But it was Kid that gave you the juice, sweety
You was Capri's son
When you rapping why do you pile up your syllables
And try to distort niggas mental views—hype an hyphening and hyphening—I'm not dissing you
It's just a fact that when you rap like that it's not visual
You take a phrase real simple
And then you make it real difficult
There's a difference between lyrical and just rhyming a bunch of word niggas really ain't trying to listen to
You think you tricked them dudes, but nigga's been knew what you been getting to
So you fucking up our Christmas too
Cause the surprise is petty
So look at it like this: what good is having a gift rapping if the the recipients know what's inside already
See it was you who dissed us
For selling guns and toting Glocks
It's safe to say, you David Blane; you put yourself in a box
Cause now if he try to rap hard, saying well they only bars
It's still against what he believe in, he'll be depicted as a fraud
So what's your card Mook, that verse was shaky. It's looking the fortune tellers accounts ain't had no where to count
How a nigga tell you your career gonna be on fire one day
And leave out the part where you standing right in front of the dragon's mouth
I'll drag you out those schemes and things you been acting out
Attack me how
Personally your lyrically traffic along the route
But this where your delivery start looking like carry-out
Puff had you out to dinner after that bout
That shit had my boy thinking he bad
And that's exactly what got him in daddy's house
I go straight to work on him, graveyard shift
You on a reality show
When in all reality you nothing like what's based in the script
Example, our last battle, right Did you bring them two chicks
It wouldn't make you good since
I mean you had 50-11 racks
But a nigga face in the mac, all make up shit
What about a good amount of sense then
You the same dumbfounded look when doubt and senseless
Navigation system re-routed, you turn your head on the verses you gonna get a around it
I got news for ya, you can't hang with a nigga this grounded
Your brunched up to get your paint stuffed, I studied your make-up just to see what you looked like without it
Get surrounded, you been fraud, you couldn't cut it with the rock and supposed to been a gym star
They always begin strong. I click draw right where you company fake when shit end wrong
Blood on the leaves, would you believe a nigga get a battle with Lux and forget to breathe
They gonna honor this carnage
I'll promise the camera's catching your karma
My maker, the father, God, the creator and author
Made me life's joy Mook
I can be a painter or terminator
You turning white, boy, watch John Ancrum get Jon Connor'd
I'm nicer than your mother's mother with this grammar
I'll beat you like Big Momma
That drama have you hip-hoping, it's nothing like the genre
They'll be rushing to trauma trying to cut through the pajamas
Doc trying to clog the blood clot, plug him like a charger
Rex squeezing tighter than a muscle shirt from Under Armor
You can make it, Murda
I do that you gonna be a fucking martyr
I don't cut minor, you vagina, bleeding, they trying to hold his jeans in with the big stitching they rap niggas
I figured they'd love you in designer
You a liar in here with a truth treasurer
These embezzlers, this the shit I don't like, Chief
I told your editor Em for advancement you're no Chris Hanson
Why would you put that girl in the house
You'll never catch the predator
I remember ya… you was young, you was hot
I remember that battle, my nigga, everything you saying
And how it sound 10x hot cause you going against the greatest
But Mook I do know I'm the greatest you believed in they hype
That's why I waited till your shots started fading
Then you compared you to Mike
Example, there's no wonder
You'll never be like when you was younger
I got a broad way to play on that, neither you nor Mike was quite the Wizard trying to come back with this old number
Lux, what's your take Mook came back to get paid in full
And I got a bar for every bump on your face
The tapes only show outtakes funny
The producers said you could pass for the outbreak monkey
It's Houdini, who could see me The niggas brought rounds for the champ, you're up here looking like Boudini
I thought it was easy, nigga, how about now
I don't get paid to freestyle, that's confusing
Where I'm from if you go off the top thats cause you losing
Or a lost nigga, I should leave Mook assuming
We could've took the battle on the roof
Nigga, you right, but you'd probably jump to conclusions
Your stuck in the illusion
Are you backwards or upside-down Could pick neither one
If it's both, you block heads from 116 are gonna need 911
Your mind young dumb, you're doing it for the Vine
These niggas getting clipped every second
Now doing it for the Vine
Rex and Shine skipped to the Lou, where was Ray for
For this paper you standing around looking
Shiit, I wouldn't wait for banana pudding
Nigga this that Charlie Clips grandmama cooking
I'll take the base, you take the bait, you a fish
This battle should have been on the Food Channel
I bought a whole network for this dish
Expert with the hit, I'll give it to you anywhere
You out of your hemisphere to think me and him is fair
I'm a beast, Mook, real shit
I don't care how to shuffle the card, nigga
Taking out a joker ain't nothing to deal with
Where your skills went
Where that Mook that was out in Michigan
Nigga you ain't clocked in till your watch went to Switzerland
You a waste of my mother fucking time nigga
And you cutting into your mother's fucking time, nigga

Some guy said Lux was an umpire
I said what the fuck you talking about
He said "nigga, that mean he called you out"
Immediately my hands shake
I started spilling drinks, dropping the damn plates
Now I know what y'all think, y'all think Murda scared straight
But fuck no, I'm a bus boy nigga, that mean I can't wait
I put this legend on the map to help you understand his landscape. You damn straight I put y'all bitches on Smack; I'm Genie Lamp Ray
You went from low to medium to high
Even got Buddens on your fan base
Now you gotta die
It's like getting tricked by a tranny, Lux, it's a man date
I can't take smart remarks, I'll let you know that from start
You could die from the slightest murmur
Cause we whole like the heart
But let me show you that Desi' blow
It turn your chest all Reggie Noble
Vest is on, you let it hold you, let it go I let it fold you
Whoever told you my last five W's won't contend
Done fucked up the what, why and where
Cause you ain't leaving here with a win
So how we playing Cause I ethernet
Each time I rhyme online I'm Nas to fans. And if you scream you wanna block my stream, well I'll be damned
Well damn it almost escaped my sights
Word around Harlem he joined the Nation of Radical Isrealites
And you study under Brother Polite
And you supposed to promote the struggle, the fight
But something ain't right
Like, in your raps you be pumping all this black power shit but every other word is nigga coming out your lips
Now how is this common sense That's preposterous
You are more hippo-critical than a dying hippopotamus
So your logic is you gon' side against everything you believe in
You on your knees sucking dick
Trying to follow niggas who leading
What you told Hollow was slick, but heres the message I'm leaving: a nigga that's crawling can never criticize a nigga that's leaning
You fake ass 5 percenter go find those niggas and ride the bench. Cause right now I'm feeling real cozy with the other ninety five percent
If you ever had a conversation with this guy, he reminds you of them fake enlightened niggas that trying to vent
Like, "as a black brother we can't follow the white man's motto
No, we can not wallow in our sorrow
We must cut through it like Zorro
We must hold our heads high
Cause we come from the essence of the Apollo"
You look at him like, "huh" he lean over like… "What I'm really trying to say is: you got five dollars I can borrow"
And I see joining that Nation affected the way you write
Cause as of lately a lot of your bars is real light
See, we both got panthers
But the difference is mines ain't bring no blocks
It's heavy artillery, Winchester's with the bolt locks
No props, I'm talking with this 40/40 scope, ock
I can hit you, through your project window, from a boat dock
You see the fans, they know you as Loaded, but I know Pop
And Pop ain't cared about lost niggas
But now irony is crazy cause ever since you turn Loaded you worrying bout everybody's safety
Around eight days ago his story came back
He had some fire in the works
So for U-S to remain independent was my declaration
Let me school him, now ain't even an associate
Don't you see that P in HD
There's more than a couple degrees of separation
And y'all don't even notice it
So let me put it in black white
So y'all can listen to my definition of segregation
If I'm in a brother's hood, a dark alley what I'm placed in
I'm patient, I'm trying to skin heads
But if they got quick legs I'm airing they shins, no races
It's basic, keep that thing on tuck
He thought it was coup when a nigga threw that K on Lux
And if your Klan behind you, they all get white sheets then
This Doctor King, so I gotta give you that piece then
You buck, I buck back. Ain't it odd we even
I'ma trade so much I'ma get charged for treason
Hey, see men, I came to murder everything breathing
Everybody got to leave
I'll leave a hole the size of a fucking bagel in Poppy's seed
Don't let your eyes deceive, all of those sketchy looks
Gonna get this hawk stuck in your head, it got a catchy Poppy be very swhen you press him with the weapons
He be like, "hey beloved, shat did I do
Can we talk about this for second"
Wait let me get it together…
Can I at least apologize for my discretion
God damn it, somebody out here give me some direction
Why it seem like every time some niggas in jeopardy
Their answer become a question
Well, since we playing that game, Alex
Give me "Not A Man Of His Words" for a hundred thousand
Wowzers, I'm about to get some daily double bonus bucks
This person ain't verbally agree
To the contract after they wrote it up
He does the Total Slaughter show, everything gets broken up
Come back crying, he needs more money
Or he going to hold it up, a back stabbing…
No need to finish that, Alex, who is Loaded Lux

Mook, I see leading up to this moment
You been waiting it strengthens your motivation
Maybe that's cause your punk ass congregation been faking their conversation, but they thinking
You see any food for thought you contemplate
I know they got stake in
But tell your sauce, I'm A-1 graded we cater
At the table you had a bed up and a setup
You know I'm going to go up in here
And get this cheese and I'm good but you bout get shredded going through someone greater, he'll get that later
But waiter he don't know the order of language is ancient
I'm like Michelangelo casing the ceiling of the Sintine Chapel, battles are paintings
Nigga you another hanging in my art museum
And I'm pulling this cord, nation off, Mook lost in transation
How a nigga that nice
Can sound this disrespectful when he's explaining
But the thang is, Mook, I can care less how you take it
Nigga this is breaking news, but fuck it, face it
It'll make you famous, nigga, I'm dangerous
This new Lux vs Mook is that gangster flick that's your favorite
You know the one, Bus
Where in the end the good guy never get away in
Y'all seen it before, I don't know why your homie is praying
Aw man this nigga Ricky running through the alley, Carlito for the train; those niggas got hope for you, but they know you ain't going to make it
You know, Mook, I take it this stringing you got along
Got moms kids on the ropes
Em gave you the world, then let Mars enter the scope
I'm God given, when Lux in the art wisdom is woke
Bars, filler or jokes you hard liquor and dope
With the star shipping approach
You not ready, I do what my arch-nemesis won't
For those of you partaking in votes that he'll whoop me
I'm no killjoy, its all whoopi
That's why y'all dread he'll be talking to ghosts
It was close they boast Mook, shit
Notes I've written and wrote
Was condolences and a cards sent to your folks
And I quote, we apologize for my guys momma
We going give back his coat
We know its summertime
But we ain't never see John this in the cold
You've been chose for a leadership role, that's for sho'
But even in real life you ain't even in control
The dots all over the place, how you guys in conjunction
Rex just battled Daylyt
You bumping heads with niggas you bump your guns with
These niggas in my circumference
Find someone to fine tune this summer or something
Get this shit adjusted cause the the game on the line
A time-out will do you justice, Mook
See, you needed me to chop it up
Not about to battle with props coming with Lux
Real life issues, y'all got a lot to discuss
I believe that y'all bull should real
Like Fonsworth Bentley in the same outfit as Puff
This is not a good look for us
Opening scene, you walk in, drop the projector screen
As they go to project to correct everything they done seen
Mook, this is the first real rap
You put together without a scheme
Come on, this shit supposed to be easy
We are men, not attention whores
I don't care win, lose or draw
Daylyt you should never be on stage in your drawers
Dawg, this is not a good look for us
Rex you gotta stop acting like you armed pushing up on niggas
That's like a real T-Rex with arms doing pushups on niggas
Then Rex fire back, in all things being fiction Solomon didn't know what big foot's dick smells like
But in your personal e-cigarette commercial the whole world saw you knew what Big Foots foot smelt like
This is not a good look for us, but it's a good look for lux
I'm punching through these verses but hooking you along
Mook you didn't catch it, you missed, even with the repetition
All I'm really trying to do is show Mook how to make a song
Maybe then Ruff Ryders would have kept you as an artist
How you starving but they feeding you to the market
The Best Buy what I got in store in this department
Ain't the first time I see a circle with a dot in it; that's a target
Get departed, you fire hydrant try that tenacity
You was at Cassidy's neck with
You was going at his career we was like
Yeah, Mook, make him respect it
Then I never forget this
I remember the day of that Young Hot battle
You beating your chest while playing checkers
Cassidy pulled you aside the conversation was threatening
The next thing I know you two was doing a record, message
How you fake fight, you wresting, when keeping it real and selling your soul for what success is
I thought he was hooked, both of y'all was on it
But he connected on your dumbass
We thought you expected the unexpected
Mook, I'm a legend and they loving that, you weak
I'm bringing shovels to a shoving match, that's deep
Did Lux really choke on stage
But we all saw Mook get choked on stage
You's a coward. Battle rap used to be ours, I done towered
It's no if, butts, Angie Martinez
It's the difference from being hot and having power
The matrix will test your patience for cold cracking
I will battle anyone on this card with the hands of Jesus
Don't you ever throw rocks at the sun, you can't reach it

This my coat? Niggas robbed me? Stop lying
Y'all niggas stole it off the ground
When I put it down to get it popping
Well since y'all got it here, for the last 10 years
I've been meaning to get some house keys out my pocket
First you impersonate a preacher
Then a Black Panther slash part time Israelite
Now you come dressed up as LL Fool J tonight
See while he sent us on a goose chase
Trying to develop a large picture
The evidence is right here in our face, you really the lost nigga
I figure when you configured these figures i.e. Heuy P
It ain't for entertainment, it's cause your image tainted
And when you stand in the mirror
You don't like who you see
So you use these to hide whats inside
See this guy dissed guys by wearing a disguise
His gimmick is to mimic intended to misguide us from really what's the business that your image is just lies
So I'm saying I came to rain on your plane
I can't let that shit fly
See i don't get it, how a nigga always pretending to be someone else gonna have the nerve to tell another nigga he gotta be himself?
You don't remember "Baby you a star, they love you the way your are" but thats perplexing
Cause we don't even know the fuck who you are
I wonder who your son think you are, it most certainly not you
When you go to the hospital, do you play John Q
Are you the doctor give the shot when your son got the flu
When you take him to school are you his bus driver too
I mean, what guy are you One minute you righteous
Next minute you schizophrenic, he gonna render me lifeless
Sounds like you going through an identity crisis
How you gonna throw shade on Daylyt about using gimmicks with all these gimmicks you got
I remember it wasn't about the signs, the vines, the pickets and the props
It was about your lines, your rhymes
And if the shit you spit was hot
All of this dressing up like different people
That ain't for niggas from the block
The only time we in disguise when we fin to get the drop
If your house made of glass, you shouldn't throw stones, slime
He judging others but he living with faults the whole time
Well my house paid off, I don't owe near no dime
Which means I don't rent my floors, I own mine
But let's take your laundry and throw it on the clothes line
I heard your baby mom just came home
From doing a little time
You wasn't selling no CD's so you ass had to play the pine
While Suge out there busting checks
To put food on your plate to dine
She didn't just wear the pants for her
She worse the pants for two, faggot
That means she was more that a man than you
You running around filming battles with a camera crew
She in the bank, trying to stay out the camera view
So now I know why you address niggas as lions when you meet. Cause you the main nigga sending your queen in the jungle to bring back food for y'all to eat
Oh, that don't hurt your pride, King
You couldn't send Suge no commissary or a scribe, King
You gotta me fucking kidding me
Well, since Poppy's so accustomed to switching identities
I won't be wrong when I turn John L. Lux into John F. Kennedy
You think you running through John Wall
You must know some sort of Wizardry
My team foul, hit him six times, that will put us in the penalty
With Cal you made a movie, Hollow played a part too
It's only right you deal with Murda now
I'm wrapping up the trilogy
Poppy be talking fly, oh Poppy be talking reckless
Poppy must be high, no, Poppy must got a death wish
Poppy on the sunny side, Poppy going to get his egg split
Stomach shot will let us know what Poppy had for breakfast
Lux you must be a Gemini
Cause you look at niggas with a friendly eye
But in the back of your mind you wish he die
See this is why niggas can't trust you. Because he makes sneak diss records bout rappers he claims he look up to
But he never released it, he thought he kept it a secret
Look at his face, you see this Jesus, why your expression foul I feel like, you feeling like, what I said was down low
Like yo, like that was wild
But we ain't gonna hold this up
Cause my niggas, you know what's up, we kept the file
Can I address the crowd Look at me King!!!
Now I'm not mad at the fact you dissed Busta and Meek
I'm mad at the fact you wasn't G and tried to keep it discrete
What you think, it wouldn't leak
You was on dust when you was taping it
Mook did wrong for putting up the song
Well, shit… he was wrong for making it